My darling and beautiful boyfriend spent the night again. And I had to sleep on the outside of the bed. Uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Oh well. He kind of woke up in the middle of the night and started singing You and I Both by Jason Mraz, which, in turn, woke me up. Then, he threw his one leg over top of mine and started humping it. He stopped and kind of laughed at himself. He said, "I love you, pup." That's what he calls me. Pup. Although he says it in this really cutesy voice, and it comes out sounding like Pip. Anyway, he leaned down and kissed me, and we went back to sleep.
How cute, right?
The other day--Wednesday, I believe it was--I came out of my poetry class to find him standing there, holding one of the school newspapers and just giving me this look. I smiled uncontrollably and said, "What are you doing here?" He folded up the paper and said, "To see you." Then he kissed me on the forehead.
Believe it or not, we didn't get into any little tiffs at all yesterday. Kelsy came in my room last night, looking for either Russ or Fran. She wanted to go to this haunted house thing, and she was looking for people to go with her. Russ couldn't go, because he had a lot of reading for English to do. I didn't want to go. I hate haunted houses. (Especially after that little episode with Britt and Jeff last year.) So, Fran decided he wanted to go.
Fran: Are you coming?
Fran: Why not?
Me: I don't want to.
Fran: Well, I'm going.
Me: I know. Go.
Fran: I feel bad leaving you here. You should be going with me.
Me: You're not "leaving" me here. Go. Have fun.
At this point, he gives me a kiss and before he pulls away, I whisper:
If she hits on you in that dark house, her ass is mine.
He just laughed and said, "Okay Mama." (The "Mama" thing is a whole other story, by the way.)
So, we got our outfits for tonight. Fran looks pretty pimped. If he can somehow fix his wig, he should look like John Lennon. I am so Yoko Ono with that shirt I got today. We look cute together. Hopefully, Amy will be able to wear my one black dress, and she's going as a cat. Russ is going as a hick.
Fran and I need cigarettes for tonight. John and Yoko smoked. Possibly drinking tonight. Not a lot, or else I'll be puking my Yoko guts everywhere. Just a little to get me buzzed. I smoked the night before last with Jake. It was pretty sweet. I didn't cry. I was just in a really good/dancing mood. Fran was kind of upset. He doesn't like it when I get high, because I act retarded, and ask him if he's mad at me and bawl like a two-year-old.
My mom's coming up to see me today. I miss her. I'm going home next weekend. I'd love to take all my friends up here with me, but there'd be nothing to do. Mom told me before that I could take Russ and Fran home with me some weekend, and they could stay at our house. I can only imagine how my dad would feel about that. I'm sure my dad is pretty hesitant at the fact that the main people I hang out with consist of two guys, one of which is my boyfriend.
Speaking of boyfriend, he's still sleeping. I won't be able to go to sleep until he leaves around nine. Then, I'm eating lunch at one with Russ, Fran and Amy. Then, I'm free the rest of the day. I might take a nap later. Last night around seven, Russ, Fran and I all took naps. Russ was sleeping in my bed. Fran was sleeping in Amy's bed. And I was sleeping on the floor, and it was my fucking room. Oh well.
Well, I guess I'll go try to go back to sleep before nine. It's like eight now.